West
The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Noah's Ark
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Syn
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
virtue has a veil, vice a mask Tobi
Posted on May 16, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
As a predator she was on top of the food chain and she had no one to fear, unless they were a much larger apex predator. Within her pack she lived among some of the most deadly felines known to walk the earth. What did a wolf have to fear if she lived among those that were perhaps better than her, but would not harm her? Man. Man no matter what kind were the ones to fear, and those that hunted the supernatural kind were the ones to be wary of the most. As a beast that was on top of the food chain she should not be accustomed to being hunted or shot at, and yet she was. The creature knew this particular kind of species and they were ruthless at getting what they wanted. As they shot at her she lowered her dial moving herself away from the cage, knowing she had to escape, but not without the boy. Trapped within her feral state she saw the boy as a pup. He may not be her pup, but those motherly instincts were apparently intact when she was stuck within her cursed state. She needed to protect the boy even though he was not her own.
Without any hesitation she dove forward to grab hold of a nearby Dark Hunter that attempted to get far too close than necessary. It wasn't difficult for her jaw to snap shut tightly, as the man struggled and suddenly went limp. When she approached another to take down, she noticed the boy was in trouble. Seeing him take out his weapon and attempt to defend himself caused to wolf to worry. His attackers were older, stronger, faster...and they had more experience. As soon as she got rid of the latest Dark Hunter she bounded over towards the boy, shielding and circling him from those that attempted to harm him. As she fought ferociously she did not take notice how some of the fell back or ran away. All she focused on were the ones that stuck around, the need to protect not only herself, but the child was the main thing she could think of. Eventually though she was slow down and come to a stop looking around at the maimed bodies around them. Panting she turned her dial around, her pink tongue rolling out as she watched how he threw up. A high pitched whine was released, concerned for Pan.
Gently her close nose pressed into his side, her pink tongue washing over his face, cleaning him up. She would begin to poke his side in a playful manner hoping to cheer up the pup now that they were safe. Her tail swayed side to side in an eager manner knowing she needed to leave, but not without the boy. He was hers now. Her bloodstained muzzle would begin to press into his back, gently pushing him towards the direction she wanted him to go to. The West District was her home, this was where her pack reign supreme. It was imperative she bring the pup to her spotted companion, wanting her mate to accept him. For a moment she would lower herself to the ground, allowing him to climb upon her back, and once he did so, she would sprint off towards the direction of home. After all it was night time and like all creatures it was time to go somewhere safe and sound. But she would make a stop, knowing that as they approached the fishing docks her mate would be there somewhere. Even within her feral state she was connected to her mate. As she walked along the docks, ignoring the docked ships, she released a booming bark, to request her mate to come, standing still as the moon shone brightly along the drying crimson along her muzzle and chest, evidence to her mate that she had an eventful night.